Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.